this morning #1249.

this morning, the hair on the back of my neck stood up for no obvious reason. no reason that i could see, at least. i supposed it was because of the chill of the uninterrupted hush that’s fallen over the house. ever since the girls went off to university, i’ve been trying to patch up the emptiness with music or TV or the periodic primal scream. anything that breaks up the day & makes the place feel alive. if i try to sit in the silence, an eerie sense of solitude always takes over. i guess that, this time, the hair on the back of my neck was just the physical reminder of the fact that it was way too quiet in the house. audible clocks. i went to the solarium. put on a record. by a few notes in, the chill had subsided.